MTL - Sell Evil - Chapter 7 Encounter

agreed. He thought they might just talk, have a few drinks, and that nothing significant would happen. However, she invited him to a hotel, and they spent the night together.The next morning, she told him it was just a one-night stand and that they would probably never meet again. She said goodbye and left. Ronan also decided to treat it like that.The next day, at his college's hosting club, Ronan was given the responsibility of hosting that year's annual function, where they had invited a singer.When Ronan looked up at the singer, he was shocked—it was the same woman he had spent the night with. After checking her history and social media, he formed an impression of her. Every picture she posted was in revealing clothes, bikinis, or almost nude outfits.He concluded that she was just a promiscuous woman, likely driven by lust, and that she had probably chosen to spend the night with him simply because she found him handsome.Understanding this, Ronan decided to focus on his work. That morning, she had made it clear that it was just a one-night stand and nothing more. He would treat it exactly that way and carry out his responsibilities.Protagonist has System---No NTRIt's Harem, with many girls but The Singer is Main Heroine.

When the sword awakens, its slept so long that it has forgotten everything but hunger. It is a weapon made to feast on death and blood, and the more bodies that it leaves in its wake, the stronger it gets. Bloodstained Blade is a fantasy gamelit, where the main character is the blade, and not the person wielding it. So, expect the wielder of the blade to die occasionally and be replaced with another man or monster as the Ebon Blade pursues its own goals no matter the cost. Expect: Daily updates, new powers and abilities, numbers to go up, violence, and revenge.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.